Chicken 313: we’re no strangers to love

Where I cover the good and the hard in my week, visiting the non-preachy side of ritual and self-reflection. It is Friday and we are here. {a breath for Friday} What worked this week? Not having my computer. This was an accidental discovery. Richard’s computer...

Friday Chicken #288: I’m the lookout

Where I cover the good and the hard in my week, visiting the non-preachy side of ritual and self-reflection. It is Friday and we are here. {a breath for Friday} I got hit with the meanest, craziest virus this week. So the short version of the chicken is: Everything is...

The Herbert Hoover Button.

In the home I grew up in, wordplay (emphasis on punnery) was the primary form of communication. At some point, at the age of oh, maybe fifteen, it suddenly dawned on me that other people, ones who are not related to me, have conversations over dinner. Weird, right?...

More pomegranates. More shelter.

Yesterday we thought about containers, which is a word I dislike but a concept I love. So we actually talked about shelter (and about blanket forts and ship voyages). And building a sukkah (conceptual or otherwise) to symbolically hold us while we go through whatever...
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